little boys and a girl's heart
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my heart is still tainted from your touch

little boys and a girl's heart

a boy once told me

a boy once told me, he would never leave me.

a boy once told me he would never leave me, so i tested his love and

a boy once told me he would never leave me, so i tested his love and reached into my chest.

a boy once told me he would never leave me, so i tested his love and reached into my chest. my hands came out bloody,

a boy once told me he would never leave me, so i tested his love and reached into my chest. my hands came out bloody holding my still beating heart.

a boy once told me he would never leave me, so i tested his love and reached into my chest. my hands came out bloody holding my still beating heart. i handed it to him with a smile,

a boy once told me he would never leave me, so i tested his love and reached into my chest. my hands came out bloody holding my still beating heart. i handed it to him with a smile, and he threw it away with a grimace.

he promised he would cherish it

he promised he would cherish it and my love, but there it went,

he promised he would cherish it and my love, but there it went, bouncing away from him and me.

he promised he would cherish it and my love, but there it went, bouncing away from him and me. now here i sit, with a gaping hole

he promised he would cherish it and my love, but there it went, bouncing away from him and me. now here i sit, with a gaping hole in my chest, my heart eternally gone,

and a smile still sits on my face.

and a smile still sits on my face. i have learned not to expect much

and a smile still sits on my face. i have learned not to expect much of little boys who promise forever.

and a smile still sits on my face. i have learned not to expect much of little boys who promise forever. i did not need my heart anyways,

and a smile still sits on my face. i have learned not to expect much of little boys who promise forever. i did not need my heart anyways, for i have been through this before.

and in the end, i build myself a new heart,

and in the end, i build myself a new heart, made from stardust and steel,

and in the end, i build myself a new heart, made from stardust and steel, filled with my own love.

and in the end, i build myself a new heart, made from stardust and steel, filled with my own love. who needs little boys to tell them their worth?

and in the end, i built myself a new heart, made from stardust and steel, filled with my own love. who needs little boys to tell them their worth? who needs them to show what love is?

you have yourself to fill that spot, darling.

you have yourself to fill that spot, darling. little boys do not know how to handle this world,

you have yourself to fill that spot, darling. little boys do not know how to handle this world, and they know even less about handling our hearts.

you have yourself to fill that spot, darling. little boys do not know how to handle this world, and they know even less about handling our hearts. do not except any gentleness from children,

you have yourself to fill that spot, darling. little boys do not know how to handle this world, and they know even less about handling our hearts. do not except any gentleness from children, they only play rough with their toys.

do not expect them to stay once you

do not expect them to stay once you hand over your thumping heart,

do not expect them to stay once you hand over your thumping heart, because little boys may promise you forever

do not expect them to stay once you hand over your thumping heart, because little boys may promise you forever but the only constant in this world

do not expect them to stay once you hand over your thumping heart, because little boys may promise you forever but the only constant in this world is yourself.

keep your heart to yourself,

keep your heart to yourself, because once a little boy’s dirty hands touch it,

keep your heart to yourself, because once a little boy’s dirty hands touch it, you will never be the same. s.e

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